Category: mental health

arming our tribe with an arsenal of pride—we craft magic spells and stimulate our manic minds…recreating a genesis of nascent crypto-crime—realigning the matrix that is recreated deep inside…ruled by a narcissistic sociopath charting a path to social death—we resist the intrusion of pathology into our creative heads…we build community as we organize: fighting so stigma …

we are living through cataclysmic times with a political class that is playing with fire…we must dream boldly as we organize—deploying radical imagination as we conspire…this despotic regime’s hold on power is as perilous as it is catastrophic…its up to our resistance to build the social power that is required in order to stop it…we …

like angels, we seek signs of evolving life at the end of the dank, dark, and isolating depressive tunnel like aztec warriors, monster queer muslim and sephardic cylon buddhas resist the proto-fascist cop-enforced kettle we seek solidarity and transcendent love: our sharpest tools in the quest to conquer our past and present trauma and pain …

hospitalized for the umpteenth time–i medicate my mind while i relax and unwind…confined in these walls–in the georgetown psych ward…visited by karmic angels i have loved and adored…fire is a force: a living act of entropy–fueled by wax and oxygen–or by proto-manic gasoline…within these walls so much healing takes place…psychic visions cohere–psychic trauma is erased…emotional …

we walk amongst you incognito-our powers waiting to be discovered…we are evolving jedis in vitro—conjuring the ammunition we need to be heard…we are a neurodivergent army—subterraneanly wired to rise up…our cylon minds harmonize like a symphony—building a crescendo that your cock can fire up…our rebel tribe insists than another world is possible—we are anarchist agents …

rampant white rage claims casualties like a plague—school shootings display the worst of our sociocultural disarray…young miscreants armed to the teeth haunt their schools and haunt the streets—mothers and father are left in disbelief and are caught in toxic webs of grief…imagining comprehensive solutions requires vision and insight—we must transform our society to eradicate this …

manic zen is fueled by oceans of dopamine: hard-wired for insight—seeking clues in the night sky for the intricacies of our minds…navigating the impossible and imaging new creeds—we find clues to our destiny in the detritus of our dreams…deep in thought, i ponder the future of our species on this earth—we are building for a …

lithe and supple and fueled by beautifully electric sparks–your bodies are enraptured by neo-mayan hieroglyphic art…i crave the joy of intoxicating company–i crave your nascent genius when the magic starts…my attraction evolves like a symphony–in which every crafted instrument plays its harmonic part…we are comrades in a sacred struggle–comrades proudly branded with black and red …

ancient skills and modern minds—rise and thrive and intertwine…serpents power our army’s rise—ruling the day: reclaiming the night…throwing stars induce searing pain—scaling walls and branding names…building power and queering fame—unleashing exponential power in our brains…ninjas rise in red black and green—striving to set our people free…spinning and writhing cheek to cheek—jiu jitsu jedis hone their …

carnal heat and tindered flame fill the air and call my name…agents of karma take the stage–anarchists evolving prefigurative ways…love and rage fuse in a digital array–a double helix carrying our mutant dna…crafting a path towards this system’s doomsday–finding a path out of this sociopathic ideological maze…recruiting fresh lovers week by week–rejecting bourgeois order and …

beautiful and rock solid of heart body and soul—your presence so magnetic making my manic brain feel more whole…your jagged edge is a metaphysical fractal inspiring me to live and to dream–a jagged edge to guide our evolving self-medication–a jagged edge looming over the depths of the deep blue sea…you live to test your limits …

they walk among us disrobed and disguised—i seek fulfillment and connection when i stare into their eyes…seductive but liminal—both here and away…we fuck through the night and we do lines to welcome the day…i pray for my angels—i pray for my mind…our lust is a cradle in which our souls are intertwined…cupid comes calling—propelling arrows …

wax melds with gasoline—my powers grow as i clear out the mental debris… wicks made from lint and steel threads—channel electricity and awaken the dead…fire can heal but it can also destroy—we craft our life cult with love and with joy…in the flames i see such potent visions—fractal fantasies and cosmic missions…we share this practice …

in the beginning all that we are now was ONE… an infinite dot–condensed possibility awaiting an EXPLOSION… like the stonewall inn in 1969 on the brink of a TRANS RIOT fast forward on hyperdrive to this perilous present moment the human and animal kingdoms on an ice-covered precipice… on the brink of the fruition …

for millennia our species has lived on this earth—always molded by the conditions into which we were birthed…we have lived as hunter-gatherers, as serfs, and as slaves—we have paid homage to haughty kings burried in titanic holy graves…our system has been ripe for transformation for more than a century—but it has barreled along bringing calamitous …

hexagons and lexicons—digging deep and dropping bombs…striving for freedom singing songs—crafting a future that is just beyond…orchestrate and stimulate—never try to prevaricate…build a bridge from satan’s gate—copulate and demonstrate…species rise and evolve or die—empires fall when slaves arise…corporate power quakes inside—when we build power and organize…branded backs and sculpted arms–signifiers of a creative dawn…decagons and …